That, above and against all right, By word of mouth did he, That he, O CIEL! without trial, No fooner faid, but it was done, In this concife defpotic way Which did all honeft men affray, Full two good hundred pounds a year, Befides, he gave five hundred pound To Fielding his own scribe, Who was his bail; one friend he found, He ow'd him to the bribe. But for this horrid murder vile None did him profecute; His old friend help'd him o'er the stile: With France, fair England's mortal foe, Mean while the foldiers figh'd and fobb'd, For not one foufe had they; His Excellence had each man fobb'd, For he had funk their pay. Nero, Nero, without the leaft disguise, Still favour'd, and their robberies The Proteftants whom they did rob Were forc'd with patience, like good Job, To rest themselves content. For he did bafely them refuse The Romans ftill he well did ufe, Succinctly thus to you I've told, The Beft of Queens he hath revil'd, Forgetful of the favours kind She had on him bestow'd, Like Lucifer his rancorous mind, He lov'd not her nor God. But, But liften, Nero, lend thy ears, As ftill thou haft them on; "Oh! facred be her memory, "Bleft be my fons, and eke all those "All princes, kings, and potentates, "All nations, provinces, and ftates, "Sought Anna for their friend. In Anna they did all confide, "For Anna they could truft: "Her royal faith they all had try'd, "For Anna ftill was juft. "Truth, mercy, justice, did furround "Her awful judgment-feat, "In her the Graces all were found, "In Anna all compleat. "She She held the fword and balance right, "And fought her people's good: "In clemency fhe did delight, "Her reign not ftain'd with blood. "Her gracious goodnefs, piety, "Confummate wifdom, meeknefs all, "Ten thousand glorious deeds to crown, "This last and godlike act atchiev'd, "Leave we in blifs this heavenly Saint, "Her virtues high and excellent, "Aftrea gone we mourn. "Com |